Jin Chixiao was initially stunned, then his anger erupted, his entire body tense with fury, nearly cursing out loud. When had he ever been so despised?
Even if he didn't understand Ancient Divine Text, such scolding seemed unnecessary. Yet, he dared not act out. He was currently hoisted mid-air by the Golden Battle Spear, his life clutched in Ye Fan's hand; he scarcely dared to breathe.
"You have the blood of Ancient Kings flowing through you. As their descendant, have you not learned those writings?" Ye Fan was quite dissatisfied.
"Continual intermarriage with the human race has nearly transformed us into half-humans. The Ancient Blood thins day by day, and the Ancestor King's mark has long since faded," Jin Chixiao explained.
He felt exceedingly uncomfortable. The dignified heir of the Golden King, being called illiterate! There was nothing more disdainful and ridiculous than this, and he desperately wanted to swallow this vile enemy whole.
